I wish you weren't so beautiful.
I wish I didn't love you so.
I wish you could see that there's something you've missed in along the way. . .
"Is it true? Is it
real? Or is it a mask you wear
so the others will
think you're real? Don't quote
me, but I think I'm starting
to see a side of
you that you don't show
too often. And I
don't think it's a mistake. I
think you've waited for
someone you can be
yourself around, someone you
can drop the facade
around and not be
judged, someone you don't
lie to because she knows the
truth. You see it in
her eyes. You feel it in her
touch. She loves you. . .you."
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